System Jiujiu looked at the adult who was the same as no one with a confused face.

Are you meowing to me?

Looking at her wound that was still bleeding, it looked at the sky, it was cold, and the adults seemed to be getting more and more sandy.

After looking at the direction in which the sedan chair left, Fuyue didn't care about the wound in her abdomen, spread her legs and rushed away, like a neuropath.

System Ninety-Nine: ???

No, wait a minute!

……

It is worth talking about the nose of the floating moon...... Phew, the sixth sense is a real spirit.

Looking at the man with a long body in a white robe who got down from the sedan chair, Fuyue couldn't help but lick his dry lips.

It seems like it's only been a day since we last met.

Fuyue hid behind the tall trees, looking at the wound where the blood had dried up and didn't know where to think, and her expression instantly brightened several points.

Zhong Ling's back quickly disappeared into the dark forest, but the sedan chair he left behind was still there.

Fuyue looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, she quickly ducked in and hid under her seat covering her wounds.

I don't know how much time has passed.

When the floating moon was about to collapse for a long time, there was finally a slight movement in his ears.

"King Ling walks slowly." The Lord of the Demon Realm sent him off with a smile.

Zhong Ling's expression was cold and he bowed slightly, "Go back, Demon King, I just hope you can remember the cooperative relationship between us." ”

The demon king laughed, touched his nose for some reason, and always smelled a vague smell of blood.

He frowned, looked around, and finally landed on Zhong Ling.

"Does King Ling smell blood?"

Zhong Ling's thin lips pursed, his eyes swept over the surroundings and said lightly: "The demon king smelled wrong, and the deity didn't smell it." ”

The demon king looked at his indifferent appearance and smiled: "You are right, it is indeed me who made a mistake. ”

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about outside.

Fuyue couldn't hear it too clearly if she wanted to, so she felt the floor vibrate, and even through the board, she still felt someone come in and sit down.

After waiting for the sedan chair to fly out for a long distance, Zhong Ling got up and raised his hand to lift the closed seat, and in an instant, a petite girl in a pink dress was curled up and lying inside.

Zhong Ling's eyes closed slightly, the smell of blood was even stronger, and the red light under his eyes flashed, and he stepped forward to lift this human being.

Fuyue's thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Looking for death?" Fierce fangs were faintly visible at the corners of his mouth.

Fu Yue looked at his handsome face, and instantly sobbed lowly from the spirit possession.

"Ask the king to take in the concubine."

This is the first human to dare to beg him to take him in.

If it weren't for the sweet smell of blood on her body, Zhong Ling might have thrown her out.

Just looking at her moist and smart eyes, I feel a little familiar.

"Do you know who the deity is?" He drew closer to her neck.

The fangs threatened against her fragile veins.

Fuyue twisted her eyebrows in pain, her thin white lips opened slightly, and she said impatiently: "Zhongling......"

Sure enough, the fangs that threatened her disappeared in an instant, and the man grabbed her neck with his hand instead.

Danger is approaching: "What do you just call the deity?" ”

Fuyue blinked, remembering that she seemed to have indeed miscalled the other party just now, and a tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

"I—I don't know ......"

This play has to be done in full, and she has to rely on this man today.

Zhong Ling watched her gaze gradually become more and more dangerous, and leaned slightly towards her.

For a long time, he threw her on the ground and sneered.

"Want to follow the deity? Okay, meet you. ”